Tears of Forgotten Souls (Fyolai book)

Chapter One: River of unspoken words

                                  Fyodor has been living in the more quiet country side of Japan just on the outskirts of the city hiding away since the day he allegedly "died". After the world cooled down and has now since forgotten about the Russian Rat man he is ready to re-emerge like a beautiful butterfly coming out of its cocoon showing its vibrant colors off to the world once again. Fyodor plans to live a "quiet" life in the city un-till he's ready to rain havoc once again and take over the planet so called "earth" and drain it of its vibrant colors of life and turn it to ashes of dust..... 

                 Fyodor packs his bags  and puts on a new clean outfit consisting of a white Victorian blouse with a pair of long loose white pants, a black trench coat and finally a surgical mask to hide his identity. Fyodor felt sad leaving the beautiful country side almost broke a chip off his heart but nonetheless he had to continue on with his plans of world domination and destruction. To Fyodor's Knowledge he knew that everyone besides Bram Stoker was dead and long gone by now. Fyodor put his bags into his card and drove to the city to his new base he had been working on. His new base was under the sewers and was very hard to even try to enter without the right passcodes and fingerprints. 

                   Fyodor step foot into his new base with shiny white walls and black, red and purple furniture with elegant paintings of himself though rather old still quiet beautiful. He immediately unfolded a foldable stool he took with him took out his cello sat down and started to play serenade for strings by Antonín Dvořák. When Fyodor was done he decided to put his things away and make himself food. Fyodor walked to his bedroom and stared at the aubergine walls, the black carpet, the record player in the corner of the room and lastly the bed surrounded by white curtains neatly tied up to each bed post that showed off the red velvet bed sheets and the elegant and intricate design's in white all over the black pillows. Fyodor opened the closet took out the hangers and neatly hung up his clothes and pants. Fyodor then walked to his kitchen opened the fridge grabbed some ingredient's to make himself curry and rice. 

                     Fyodor just finished washing the dishes and decided to take a night walk to see how everything's changed whether city whether it has stayed the same desolate place or a bustling city with everyone everywhere it was farther from the later though which was not as he suspected at first. As Fyodor is walking he accidentally bumps into a face he recognized it was Nikolai Gogol one of the former members of the Decay Of Angels "Oh sorry my bad" Nikolai said with his eyes closed "W-wait a minuet is that who I think it is!?" Nikolai said with shocked tone and a gleeful yet astounded expression plaster on his face "No it cant be your dead You blew up! y-your not here right now I must be hallucinating because this cannot be real." Nikolai franticly rubbed his eyes as if he really thought he were hallucinating Fyodor standing right in front of him but soon Nikolai realized he wasn't hallucinating and Fyodor was really there and he started to tear up. "Nikolai?" Fyodor said in his thick Russian accent Nikolai soon pulled Fyodor into a tight hug squeezing the life out of Fyodor "Where have you been my dear Feyda?" Nikolai says while tears still pour and stream down his face rapidly like Rivers eagerly searching for a way out of a confined space fighting for a chance to be free "I really shouldn't speak out here Nikolai someone might hear us" Fyodor said getting a little uneasy from the serene streets of the cold city "Oh you're right uhm where should we go...?" Nikolai said as his tears slowed down not being as heavy. "Follow me" Fyodor said as he lead Nikolai to his new home. 

                    Fyodor opened the door for Nikolai and then also stepped inside the house tightly closing the door. "make yourself comfortable and we can start from the very beginning of what happed." Said Fyodor walking towards the couch and sat down. "Please tell me Feyda where have you been all this time?" Nikolai said tears starting to pour again. "Well just before I was stabbed I replaced my body with a stunt double. when I did that I escaped via boat and treated my wounds and made a slow but full recovery and I decided to live in the country side for awhile while I got this place built  so i could continue my life here after things cooled and people thought I were dead." Fyodor explained with not a lot of detail. When Fyodor looked up over to Nikolai Nikolai had Rivers and Rivers of Rivers like the great sea of rivers flowing from his eyes Fyodor was stunned in shock at the sight of his "Friend" he's know for years. Fyodor stared at Nikolai purely amazed by Nikolai's Beauty even when crying his life out over Fyodor. "Nikolai I..." Fyodor said while getting up and walking over to Nikolai. "W-why would you not tell me why?" Nikolai said still crying franticly trying to wipe away his tears but with fleeting success. "Oh Koyla dear I wasn't able to for my safety and yours" Fyodor Explains to Nikolai and sits with Nikolai hugging him in a light embrace. "Feyda I have something to tell you" Nikolai said his tears slowing down once again to a light rain slowly falling one drop every minute "What is it my dear Koyla?" Fyodor says intrigued and amused at what his "Friend" has to tell him. "Well I think I'm... I'm in love with you Feyda.." Nikolai says looking away from Fyodor expecting the worst "oh Koyla dear I've been waiting for you to say that to me for years" Fyodor says while taking Nikolai's chin in his hand and making Nikolai face himself. Fyodor and Nikolai slowly collide each others  lips together peacefully and it felt as time slowed down or even full on stopped just for them to bask in the moment in each others warmth and Prescence. 




OMG FIRST CHAPTER DONE AND IT TOOK ME LIKE 3-4 HOURS TO WRITE (like 2 hours of that went to writhing the description and thinking of the name) 
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